SWOOSH!
A dozen arrows struck the Tiger-man commander with precision, the immense force knocking him straight to the ground.
Henry glanced to the side and saw that it was Bain, who had brought a dozen royal guard archers as support.
As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot! Henry pounced, smashing his hammer into the Tiger-man's chest.
The Tiger-man commander let out a muffled grunt, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with indignation and fury.
With their commander's defeat, the morale of the surrounding Half-Beastmen plummeted. What little morale they had managed to maintain instantly collapsed.
RUMBLE!
The Armored Cavalry circled to the flank and, using their standard-issue iron riding spears, charged once more!
The Half-Beastmen began to shrink back, no longer daring to confront them. The Half-Beastman army started to fall back in disarray, and Henry ultimately achieved victory.
